shveta sahal

Who knows? Poem by shveta sahal

Who knows if raindrop that mutated into a pearl wanted to lapse on the thirsty earth? Who knows if flower on God’s crown wanted to adorn a maid’s black flowing mane? Who knows if rice on King’s platter wanted to be in the beggar’s subdued bowl? Who knows if luxury in shackles wanted to freely peregrinate the world?